Can I claim it as the artist’s curse
the love for new adventure
the pleasure of magnetic hearts
freshly spinning so close to us
whipping the iron filings of our creativity
into some explosive blur
a manifest black energy

Let’s make a pact
let the shadows hold us…
swaddled in secrecy
and breathing quickly
I see you draw in close to me
I sense those lips loosening
feel my whole foundation questioning
the force field of your sly grin
and the delicacy of those fingers
upon me…
exploring…

Let’s make a pact
let this moment be our blueprint
don’t accept a fading
or a softening of the urgency
I feel this ...